TERRY MOSHER
I’m in a state of emotions that is driving me to feel crazy. I don’t know where to turn. Every turn I stumble into a brick wall. Even the music I’m currently listening, the voice of Billie Holliday, is sending mixed messages.
I guess again today I need to go to the Boneyard to straighten my mind out, or else I’m going to fall off the cliff, just as Holiday, also known as “Lady Day”, did almost 56 years ago to this day when she died at the awful young age of 44.
My twisted state of mind today is a product, I think, of my older brother losing his wife of almost 61 years nine days ago and me being torn between just having phone conversations with my brother Ray and of going back there in Richburg, N.Y. where he lives so he could have me to lean on if he needed somebody to lean on.
I swore that I would never go back to my old hometown, Portville, which is about 15 miles from Richburg, and I have mixed emotions about it all, and all those emotions are rambling through my mind, bouncing off walls.
On top of that, my health and Mary’s health is declining and we are trying to get our soon to be 20-year-old son, Michael, shoved out into the workforce so he can at some point become independent and live on his own.
Then our 18-year-old daughter, Caitlin, has moved in with our oldest son, Toby, and the two of them are planning on moving to Las Vegas in September where Caitlin will continue her education at Southern Nevada College.
In the meantime, I’m trying to maintain and grow my Website – www.sportspape.org – and it’s all becoming a little much for me.
All of his is really not that important or difficult stuff, ,but for some reason my mind is swirling about and trying to not only deal with all that but what is the meaning of life?
I talked almost three hours on the phone yesterday with a niece, Donna, and we discussed each other’s spiritual journeys. She cleared some things up for me, but I’m still more than a little upset with all the horrific things that are going on in the world, especially in the Middle East, that would seem to me to be the province of God. We humans and God just can’t seem to get it together, and I’m always wondering why?
And it appears to me that our enemies, and enemies –in-waiting, are piling up against us and from my perspective we are seeing a bunch of idiots vying to be our next president, and that certainly is not going to help our battles against these enemies, and may instead be our own worst enemy.
Maybe I care too much. That just dawned on me. Maybe I should quit listening and watching what is going on and discover a nice quiet beach in a nice quiet part of our world and let the cool waters lap against my feet and forget the world outside of that.
On a more somber note, I think the hiring of Edgar Martinez as hitting coach has pumped some life into the Mariners. The M’s to me seemed lifeless until he joined the coaching ranks. I don’t believe hitting coaches make much of an impact on hitters at the Major League level, but Edgar has a don’t-want-to-disappoint presence about him that inspires others around him, as it did when he was playing on some good Mariner teams, and that has apparently already been noticed by the team’s players.
Edgar is one of the very good guys and if his presence has the impact it did when he played, the Mariners could yet make some serious noise in the American League West race.
But we will see. The jury is still out.
I’m anxious to see what impact my former colleague at the Kitsap Sun, Chuck Stark, will have on the Olympic College fastpitch softball program. Chuck has helped former head coach Dan Haas for the last three years with the program, and now that Haas has stepped aside Chuck is the head man.
Chuck, as many of you know, played the sport for years around here and his knowledge is probably second to none. It is a tough chore, though, to recruit good players to OC and as we all know good players make good coaches, although there are the exceptions in which a good coach makes for good players. Chuck may be in that category, but like Edgar and the Mariners, the jury is still out.
I feel a little better now that I have dumped some of my stuff on my mind in the Boneyard. I’m not completely settled, but I may make it the rest of the day from here.
So that is enough for today.
Be well pal.
Be careful out there.
Have a great day.
You are loved.